Poetry: I Thought
Another poem written about the great breakup of 2001. This is a great example of my black and white thinking that comes with having BPD. LMAO.
I thought you were kind
I never thought you would destroy after a short time
I thought you loved me
I never thought you would betray me
I thought we were meant to be
I never thought you would cheat on me
I thought I was the only one you cared about
I never thought lying was what you were about
I thought you were my dream come true
I never thought you weren’t being true
I thought I could put my trust in you
I never thought you would make me so blue
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Poetry: You’re Fired (*trigger warning*)
I wrote this about my ex Juan in the year 2000.Juan was an interesting character. I met him in October of 1999 while I was working at a gas station. We dated from October to December. He was either super charismatic or I was super dumb. We had fun. Since we lived with our parents, we had to be creative as to where we would have sex. I remember one time we had sex at work during my shift on my boss’ desk. Lol. However, Juan also conned me out of almost $3000 I had saved up saying his family needed the money. I hated myself afterwards. I also cheated on him with Sam. Anyways, Juan ghosted me in December and tried to come back sometime around January or February of the next year. I agreed to meet him because I was interested in getting my money back. Well, I got in his car and while he was driving around my neighborhood, he kept trying to put his hand in between my legs. I kept pushing him away, but he wouldn’t stop and kept getting more aggressive. Idk how but eventually I gathered my strength and anger and elbowed him in the crotch and managed to get out of the moving car. I never heard from him again. I should have been traumatized from that incident but I wasn’t. I think that while I was in the car with him, I was more pissed than scared of him. Looking back at this incident, it feels crazy that this didn’t affect me.
My dear amor
How can I tell you?
That I no longer love you
How can I hurt you?
By saying that all of the extraordinary feeling I once felt
have gone and faded away from my heart and soul
It’s not that I’ve falling in love with someone new
It’s just that our special bond has been broken in two
When you use to kiss me I used to think I was in heaven
Now I just feel empty
So sorry to say, but baby you’re fired
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Poesia: Yo Pense
Este poema lo escribi en Noviembre del 2001. Estaba bien amarga.
Yo pensé
Que mi amor no tenía limite
Que nada podía pasar
Pero arruinaste aquella confianza
Al seguir esa falda
Yo pensé
Que nada podía destrozar aquella fe
Que el amor era sin condiciones
Pero no sabía de tus misiones secretas
Cuando te ibas con esa
Ahora has roto nuestra fortaleza
Yo pensé
Que tu podías ser aquel
Que sería la solución
Nunca la destrucción (de mi corazón)
Pero tú no lo viste así
Por eso ya no sigues aquí
Yo pensé
Que eras un hombre
Nunca que eras ese niño confundido
Y que volverías a aquel anterior nido
Ahora veo que tú fuiste mi gran equivocación
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Poetry: Hell Sent
I wrote this in November of 2001 about the great breakup of that year. I was quite salty. Hey, at least I didn’t go Joe Goldberg on his ass. Lmao. Sometimes as a way to process trauma, I will write letters to the people that have hurt me. This is an example of one of them.
My heart knew you were no good
Something told it you were not being true
All those days you were out there “working”
You had been out there fucking
I should’ve known to walk away
The first time your lying ways gave you away
But I wanted so badly to believe
That you were truly in love with me
Now I’m a big mess
But I deserve this I guess
For not listening to myself
And falling in love with your sorry self
I’m glad we’ve reached the end
Cause baby you were hell sent
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Poetry: Cheater
I wrote this poem in 2001. It’s another poem about the “great breakup” of 2001. I think part of the reason I took that breakup so hard was that I had idealized that relationship thinking finally I found the one. Lol. I was just really tired of jumping into relationships time after time and them not working out.
I thought I was the only one
in your heart
I never thought that the time would come
when you’d say “It’s time we part”
It never crossed my mind
that there was somebody else
I always thought you were only mine
I thought we had more time
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Poetry: The Cad
I wrote this in 1997 about my ex James. I was pissed and super salty as you can tell. This poem is me fantasizing Karma got back to him one day. This poem is full of that great anger I feel when men are jerks to me.
You were such a cad
and that makes me so sad
You give women so much crap
Just to get them in the sack
You give them so much pressure
Just so they can give you pleasure
You never know how they feel
After you made your kill
You didn’t care
And thought it was fair
To use them to satisfy your primal thirst
Never thinking one of them would make a big fuss
Now you spend your life in bed
Having to be fed
How ironic it is
Just cause you had to add one more to your list
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Poetry: Lies
I wrote this in November of 2001. This poem was another product of the “Great Breakup of 2001” . Of course, I’m glad that I took out all of my anger on paper and not him.
Lies was what you were about
How dare you
pretend to care about me?
Don’t you understand?
I was falling in love with you
Don’t you know?
I’ve become addicted to you.
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Poetry: I’m Sorry
I wrote this in November of 2001 after the “great Breakup” of that year. I lost count of how many poems I wrote about the breakup but it’s crazy to me since that relationship only lasted a month. Lol. I am however grateful for a creative spell I had afterwards.
I’m sorry for the boy that you are
And the man that you’ll never be
I’m sorry for falling in love with you
And learning that your “I love you’s” were not true
I’m sorry for every girl that ever fell under your trap
and not seeing past your Mr.Nice Guy act
I’m sorry for making love to an illusion
And not seeing past the delusion
I’m sorry you’ll never be able to feel my despair
And that you’ll never care
I’m sorry for all of the tears I had to cry
After learning you were nothing more than a lie
But most of all I’m sorry for the day you walked into my life
And for being nothing more than a waste of time
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Poetry: The Liar
I wrote this in 1997 about my oldest son’s bio dad after he ghosted me. I was quite salty about it. Lol. You can tell that I had that black and white thinking down pat at this point.
I believed you when you told me
you love me
How wrong could I have been?
What a fool I have been?
To believe on all of the promises
and all of those wonderful words you told me
How could you have so cruel as to use our lovemaking
to use me for other interests
But most of all, how could you make me fall in love with you?
And now it hurts to know you never really loved me
You were just playing with my heart and mind
the whole time
I guess your heart must be made of ice and you must be numb
You were never that good in bed anyways
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Poem: Rebound Chick
I wrote this in November of 2001 after “the great breakup” of that year. To say I was pissed is an understatement. I don’t even know if angry is a strong enough word to accurately describe what I was feeling after that breakup. LOL.
You two were made for each other
like the sun was made to be hot
to you i was just another new toy
to play with
but once the newness wore off
you decided to go back
your comfortable teddy bear
unfortunately old habits
are hard to break
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Poesia: La Oscuridad
Escribi este poema en noviembre del 2001 cuando estaba bien enojado y triste despues que trone con un canalla que me saco la vuelta.
Me dejaste en la oscuridad
No tuviste piedad
Tu no pensaste
Cuando me engañaste
En todo el daño
Que me has causado
Al saber que tu amor era una mentira
Pero recuerda
Que una vez tuviste todo
Y ya no hay modo
De recuperar ese amor
Que tenía mi único calor
Ahora me toca olvidarte
Lo que sentía al tocarte
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Poem: That Special Key
Para la version en Espanol:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/07/06/poesia-la-llave-especial/
This was one of the first poems I wrote in 1996 so I was 15. I didn’t realize then that I would always use writing as a way to process my many, many feelings after breakups. I also want to mention that this breakup of 1996 is the one that I mention in my other blog post :
A New Diagnosis: BPD
another related poem is this one:
Poetry: Another Mate
I sometimes wonder what went wrong
Was it you not telling me “I love you” just that one time
Or was it me and my wanting to have you all the time
Sometimes I get pissed
Wondering why I did that or this
Or maybe I couldn’t understand
If only you gave a damn
And even though it’s been a long time
And even though we’ve gone our separate ways
My love for you still hasn’t fade away
It still grows with each passing day
And even though it can never go back to how it use to be
You’ll always hold that special key
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Poetry: I Still Love You
I wrote this in 1999 about ex. I’m not sure which ex this was about to be honest. Lol. I guess I was just feeling both nostalgic and super salty at the time.
I still love you
I don’t know why
I guess you were one of the few
I was proud to call my special guy
Or maybe you were the first one I was with
To give me that special gift
By loving me the way you did
You never made me feel like a little kid
But then she came
And to you I became
A thing of the past
That came and went by fast
But still I wish
You wouldn’t have met that bitch
Because I know
You wouldn’t have let me go
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Poetry: Losing My Mind
I wrote this in November of 2001. It was of course about what I thought was the most horrible breakup of my life. Lol.
I’m losing my mind
Learning your promises were just false lines
Your love meant so much to me
I guess this means no anniversaries
I just couldn’t handle
When I got that infamous call
Especially when she had to say
That you had gone her way
And you had given away my hugs and kisses
You destroyed all of my innermost wishes
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